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A clouded dream on an earthly night
Hangs upon the crescent moon
[A] Voiceless song in an ageless light
Sings at the coming dawn
Birds in flight are calling there
Where the heart moves the stones
There that the heart is longing for
All for the love of you

A painting hangs on an ivy wall
Nestled in the emerald moss
Eyes declare a truce of trust
[And] Then it draws me far away
Where deep in the desert twilight
Sand melts in pools of the sky

And so it’s there my homage’s due
Clutched by the still of the night
[And] Now I feel … feel you move
And every breath … breath is full
So it’s there my homage’s due
Clutched by the still of the night
Even the distance feels so near
All for the love of you

A clouded dream on an earthly night
Hangs upon the crescent moon
A voiceless song in an ageless light
Sings at the coming dawn
Birds in flight are calling there
Where the heart moves the stones
There that the heart is longing for
All for the love of you

During an unexpected trip planned by Matt, to buy me a new camera bag and a couple of other various camera accessories as a belated Christmas gift, our daughter became somewhat bored while I’d been attempting to capture a few impromptu photos of the moon along with the city skyline. She’d ultimately decided she felt like drawing; but after not finding any paper immediately handy, he suggested that she give him a “tattoo” while they patiently waited for me to finish up.
…And so Daddy’s hand became her canvas.